Choo choo. Choo choo.
Come aboard, weary passengers. Come aboard, exasperated denizens of the earth. Come aboard, and let me take you home. The night that has troubled you for so long shall cease tonight. You shall retire from your labors at last and rest forever and for good. Do not be afraid. Whatever you are, whoever you are, whatever you have done, do not be afraid. All those trivial concerns are trivial at last. All that never mattered doesn't matter at last. Come aboard. Follow me to paradise, to utopia, to the peace for which you longed all your life.
Choo choo. Choo choo.
The conductor disappears. We follow her. We climb aboard, not noticing each other. Our faces are invisible to each other. We are shadows. Or are we angels, so radiant we cannot distinguish between one another?
Choo choo. Choo choo.
We enter compartments. We sit down. We look at each other, but what we see there, we do not know. All we know is that there is no need to know any more. We wanted to know for so long.
Choo choo. Choo choo.
The wheels begin to move. The train begins to pass out of the station and moves along a countryside that none of us can recognize, toward a destination with which none of us is familiar but to which we have wanted to travel for ages.
Choo choo. Choo choo.
I wanted to embark on a journey to this place for about the last hundred years. I thought for a good time that I could find it in life. I thought for a good time that I could struggle, fight, and rebel in order to reach it, sacrifice a few drops of blood in order to behold it.
Only tragedy could mar my naiveté.
Choo choo.
He filled my ears with whispers of ideals, deluded my heart with impressions of a republic of heaven on earth, caused me to be inspired by visions of a towering and incorrigible Babel extending toward the stars, and invoked images of the peace that is the antithesis of the human condition. He encouraged me to mistakenly believe that I could somehow find that world in the world of the living, through deliberate effort and exacting strategy.
Choo choo.
He was wrong. I was wrong.
Choo choo.
Now, though, I was headed there at last. To meet the many souls sacrificed in the name of it. To be forced to apologize to the movement's victims, to demonstrate a contrite heart, to display the endless remorse and guilt that plagued my every waking moment. To be reconciled.
Choo choo.
To be reconciled to her.
To be forgiven by her.
To be reunited with my lost sister, Ariana.
Choo choo.
Choo choo.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins. They burden me yet again.
Only you can discharge them.
Choo choo.
I am sorry.
So sorry.
I am no better than Judas.
Choo choo.
Please forgive me my trespasses.
Kyrie.
Choo choo.
Kyrie. Kyrie. Kyrie.